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“i’m so infatuated with you, princess…”

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@irasamu

[bluesidez]

Gym Rat Miguel Part 17

content warning: lots of fluff, lots of PDA, suggestive so MINORS BEWARE (I was feeling a certain way while writing this, my b), freakguel is BACK and ON THE PROWL, food mentions but they're small

word count: 5.5k (thank you Cookie! 🍪🩵 :3)

Special shout outs to Cookie and Mig server for holding me down! It's been a long break with this story, and you guys have been the bestest of friends! 🫶🏾

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GymRat!Miguel who was cramped tight against your bed and the cold wall. It wasn’t ideal, but the feeling of your head against his chest put him at ease.

He doesn’t remember the last time he slept this peacefully.

No parents barging into his room, no alarms, no snoring roommates.

Just his baby and his dreams wrapped in a duvet with the heat off and pajamas on the floor.

He was so deep in bliss, he heard your voice through his slumber in the clouds of his thoughts.

The way you said his name was like a kiss of the softest blanket. It made him feel warm, fuzzy. No one ever said his name like that before.

“Miguel.”

Like music, like his grandmother’s abuelita. He could bathe in your voice.

“Miguel.”

His dreams were really generous today, which wasn’t a first, but usually, they ended with something off.

“Miguel, wake up!”

A squeeze to his chest has him jolting, knocking his head against the wall with a loud groan.

“Hush!” you cover his mouth and his head. He blinks, trying to adjust.

You look back and wait, heartbeat thumping against his chest.

The door to your dorm sounds off with a banging so loud it makes him jump again.

“I think it’s my RA,” you whisper frantically. “You gotta hide!”

“Hide where?” Miguel looks around your room in a panic.

“I don’t know! Maybe the bathroom or something. Just hurry!”

You slide off of him and start gathering clothes from the floor, feet light and frantic. His eyes pan back to the window near your nightstand and he knows he’s going to knock something over trying to jump out of there.

Miguel stumbles to the floor and grabs his lounge pants, hopping on one foot as he pulls a leg through the hole.

The knocking comes again only a minute or so later followed by a “one second!” from you.

There’s no way he can fit under Jess’s shorter bed and he really didn’t want to mess up her side of the room. Your RA might also check the bathroom for some reason.

You get closer to the door and he panics, making long strides to follow you.

His back hits a corner and he faces your dorm in hopes that he’ll morph into the wall.

As you place your hand on the doorknob, your other hand pulling a robe tight over a tank, you give Miguel an odd look.

‘Why are you standing there?’, you mouth.

Miguel only shrugs and squeezes tighter behind the hinges of the door, a stupid look on his face.

‘I panicked’, he mouths back, heartbeat in his throat and eyebrows raised.

Opening the door with a smile, you greet your RA.

“Hey, hey, hey Kaylee. What is up? How are you on this lovely Friday morning?”

“Not as good as you, apparently,” her eyebrows raise. Miguel sees you pull your robe even tighter and he hopes, for once, he didn’t leave any marks on your neck. “There was some banging going on in here last night. What was that about?”

“Oh, you know me! Sometimes the creativity takes over and I lose myself.”

“And losing yourself involves shouting, moaning, and more than one voice yelling? Right, right,” she counts off the actions on her fingers and your hands scrunch along the door tighter.

“Kaylee, I’m so sorry-“

“It’s fine. The dorms are open for two more nights and a day so I’ll let you slide this one time. My Christmas gift to you. Just don’t let it happen again.”

Your shoulders drop, “Thank you, it won’t.”

“And tell your boy toy that he’s not that good at hiding.”

Miguel looks at the giant crack between the door and the frame and sighs.

He slips out and stands behind you, sheepish, “Hi, I’m her boyfriend. Not her…boy toy.”

“Boyfriend, boy toy, boy in the girl’s hall after curfew making obscene noises past quiet hours. Should I go on?”

“No! No, thank you,” you start to close the door and block Miguel from view. “Again, I sincerely apologize. It won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I’m sure-“

“We’ll get out of your hair Kaylee! Good morning and goodbye.”

The door closes with Kaylee still teasing you through it.

GymRat!Miguel who is not allowed to shower with you because he’s “too distracting” and you want to hurry and pack for the winter break.

He stands outside of the bathroom like a puppy. You could hear him tapping and whining like little paws at the bottom of a door. All you could do was sigh.

“C’mon! I’ll wash you and you’ll wash me!”

“And it’ll be another hour before I get out. No.”

“It’ll already be another hour with or without me.”

“Which is why you’re out there and I’m in here.”

GymRat!Miguel who makes himself useful by cleaning up your side of the room.

He tidies your desk and switches out your sheets. He also double checks the screw on your bed just for safe measures.

GymRat!Miguel who is laid out on the floor, scrolling on his phone by the time you get out.

You walk to his feet, shuddering as the cool air hits you. Miguel perks up and shifts to wrap his arms around your legs. His eyes run from your head to your toes, sparkling at the sight of you in your underwear.

“You smell good,” his mumbles into your stomach, face pressing into your skin. He grabs the sides and squeezes softly.

“I-I would hope so,” your voice is as jumpy as your body with Miguel’s touches making your heart flutter. “I used a body wash and a scrub. Rubbed it in real good. Exfoliated.”

“Is that why you’re so soft?”

His hands move down your thighs then up to cup your bottom. His thumbs run circles just under the cut of your briefs without a care in the world.

“That’s part of it.”

“What’s the other part?”

“I shaved, and then, exfoliated.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh.”

His lips slide to the left and right of your belly button, nibbling and kissing the fat. His fingers kneading into your skin now.

“Are you having fun?” your skin is getting warmer because of him.

“I’m inspecting.”

You laugh, his breath tickling you, “For what?”

“For any missing spots.”

He wraps his hands over the band of your underwear, knuckles grazing you as he starts to pull them down.

“Miguel.”

“Hm?”

He pushes up your stomach and groans, bare skin staring back.

“Here, too?” his nose goes under your belly and he breathes in. His legs shift, thighs tightening around your calves. “What if you get cold?”

“S-shut up. That’s so silly.”

“It’s not.”

“It is and get your hands out of my panties.”

“But, I didn’t finish.”

“Finish sniffing me?”

“No, I gotta,” he dodges your touch and yanks your underwear further. “Gotta see finish looking.”

“Looking for what?”

“Looking at where you shaved, baby.”

You clench your thighs tight and giggle as Miguel tries to pry them apart. You can hear the thread of your underwear’s band breaking.

“What part of ‘you’re not supposed to be in here’ do you not understand?”

He huffs, “And what part of telling your boyfriend that you shaved do you not understand?”

“I never said anything about shaving down there.”

He stops, eyes glowing.

“So, you didn’t shave?”

“Depends, are you happy or sad about that?”

Miguel looks up, cheek resting against your middle.

“I’m happy with anything that involves you.”

“That’s cute, and I appreciate that greatly,” your hands run through his hair, “but that doesn’t answer my question.”

“You want to know what would really make me happy?”

Sighing at his giddy expression, you give in, “What?”

“If you surprise me and sit on my face.”

“Unhand me.”

“Baby, please!”

GymRat!Miguel who settles with rubbing cocoa butter into your skin.

It’s a slow process simply because he starts to admire every inch of you.

He kisses the inside of your wrists as he slides the butter up your arms.

He runs his nose over your neck and the back of your ears as he rubs into the hills and valleys of your torso.

He massages your feet, thumbs pressing into the middle, making you melt into the bed.

“This feels great,” you sigh.

Miguel works at a particular spot, watching you twist and moan into the sheets.

He was using every moment he had to catch up on these sounds, on this sight.

“Need me to do your back?”

“No,” your tone was soft and your eyes were sultry. “As much as I want you to, you have to get ready to go home. I’m sure your family is waiting.”

“Don’t remind me.” It was like you popped the bubble you two were in with a needle. “‘M not really looking forward to it.”

“Did something happen?”

Miguel reaches to grab your perfume and spray the inside of your ankles. Two spritzes for clarity, a third just because he liked the smell on you.

“No,” he didn’t want to tell you the things that his mother said. He couldn’t. “Everything’s all good.”

“You sure?”

He leans down to you and slots his lips against yours, humming when you bring your hands to his face.

“‘M sure.”

He’ll handle it.

GymRat!Miguel who doesn't want you to leave when your car is packed, so the two of you end up in his dorm room instead.

He quite likes the image of you cuddled up on his bed, sifting through his notes while he packs.

“I’ve never seen so many numbers and letters jumbled on one page before.”

He peeks over to see you’re in his coding notebook.

“This one,” he points to the first line, “is for color changes. And this one is for moving a character up at down the page. I just have to shift a few things within the brackets and the character can move horizontally or diagonally.”

You bite your lip and drag an open binder closer, “And this one?”

“This is my robotics notes. I’ve got stuff about a buggy part here. I need to figure out the mechanics then apply it to the program. But the thing is, the end effector is busted and we were waiting on the department to get us another. So, instead, I started working on an assembly robot-“

“Ok, stop.”

“Too much?” He tended to get carried away when talking about his favorite subjects.

“No, I’m just really turned on right now.”

Miguel’s eyebrows raise. He peers up to you and your eyes shifted quickly back to a book.

“Robot parts turn you on?”

“Well, if you say it like that, it sounds insane.”

“If that little piece of red rubber and plastic really helps you, then I guess I can work with it.”

“Oh my god, Miguel,” your hands cover your face. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is it? Tell me.”

Your voice becomes muffled as he leans closer and you shake your head.

“Why not? I wanna know.”

You spread your fingers and look at him under you. He looks cozy, his shower leaving fluffy and flushed. He’s blinking up at you expectantly, pretty smile planted on his lips. Your heart is pounding.

“It’s…”

“It’s?”

“It’s when you…”

He held your arm and pulled it down. If he touched your wrist, he would feel your heartbeat.

“When I what?” he slid your hand on his neck, thumb rubbing just under the sleeve of your turtleneck.

“I like it when you say smart things. When you go off into your own little world about science and math and technology. It’s hot.”

You expect him to look at you crazy, and to be fair, he does look a little lost at first. His eyebrows twitch and he blinks once or twice. Then, you can the wheels in his head turning and the smile he carried before turns into a smirk.

“Don’t make that face. I should have never told you.”

“No, baby. I’m just shocked. That’s just not something I thought people could be into. Definitely not something that got me praise in middle school. Or high school.”

“Well, I like it. You’re passionate and passion is an amazing thing to have. It shows you care. You’re also super intelligent. A lot of girls missed out. I’m glad that I’m first.”

“You’re not just saying that? It’s not just my body? My height?”

A snicker leaves your body before you can even think to answer.

“Is that what you think about, Miggy?”

“A lot of girls didn’t really notice me until I hit the gym. So I wondered if that was what made you notice me.”

Silence filled the room and Miguel watched your face sour.

“I’ll be honest, if you hadn’t made the first move, we would never be sitting this close together.”

“What? Why?”

“Because! You’re this,” your shoulders drop and you purse your lips, thinking about your words, “this muscular, tall guy. I thought you were a jock before you first spoke to me. A gym bro.”

“I am a gym bro.”

“True, but I meant the personality stereotype, not a guy that frequents the gym. What I’m saying is, I didn’t entertain the thought of making a move on you because I didn’t think you would ever like me. However, you were kind and consistent. That’s what drew me closer to you. The body and the height are plusses, though.”

“Oh.”

“You stood up for me a bunch. You made efforts to see me. And even after your mistakes, which are two for two by the way-”

“Hey,” Miguel pouts, shaking his head as if it would make his fumbles disappear.

“-you have reassured me more and more. You listen to me, you remember the smallest things, you make me laugh. I just really adore you.”

He grins, kissing the palm of your hand before getting back up, “Good. Because you’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Wouldn’t want to.”

GymRat!Miguel who is definitely stalling when he has you read off his list of things to bring home for the fifth time.

“Laundry?”

“Got it.”

“Games?”

“Yup.”

“Shoes?”

“Put them in my gym bag.”

“I think you’re ready then!”

“Could you go over it one more time?”

“Miguel, if nothing has grown legs and walked, it’s still packed up.”

He sighs, staring at his three bags by the door: a backpack, a gym bag, and a laundry bag. It really was time to go home.

Walking to you sitting on the edge of his bed, he drapes his body over yours.

“I’m going to miss you,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“Me too,” your hand reaches under his jacket to rub his back. The rhythm of your nails matches his dramatic huffs, up and down the slope of his spine. “Wish we could have done some cute stuff. Like make gingerbread houses or-“

“Ice skate! Ski!”

“If that would make you happy, yeah.”

He makes an irritated sound and wraps around you tighter. He had to do something.

“What if we go book a hotel somewhere? Let’s have a little getaway from home before going home.”

“I have to help my parents prep to host holiday parties. And with what money, Miguel?”

He stands up straight and gives you a deadpan look, “You can’t be asking me that. You know I’ve got it covered.”

“I’m not letting you blow an absurd amount of money on something last minute.”

“I would do it for you. I would do it to be with you.”

“And that’s sweet,” you rubbed a thumb over his cheek, “but we don’t need to spend that much money to have fun.”

“You’re right, baby. Last night was lots of fun.”

“And just like that, you’re done.”

He laughs as you push him away from you, hands quick to pick you up from the bed. Your plea to let you go dissolved into giggles as he kissed all over your face.

“That was a cute moment and you ruined it!”

“Nooo, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But I don’t take it back.”

Rolling your eyes, you barely fight his love attack. The two of you sound like you’re frolicking around in a meadow and not like he’s swinging you around in his dorm room.

A ringtone goes off, interrupting you both. You reach in your pocket and smile.

“Hey, Mom!”

GymRat!Miguel who listened to you talk with your mom while he kept your feet off of the ground.

Your fingers danced from his hair to his lips to his shoulders as you hummed after your mom’s words.

“I thought she was supposed to make a charcuterie board?” you ask her as you pull the corner of Miguel’s mouth up and down with your thumb.

He hears her say something about someone not knowing how to even spell charcuterie and starts to laugh. You cover his mouth with a grin and chastise your mom.

“Don’t say that, Mama. I’m sure it’ll turn out fine!”

Miguel kisses your fingers one by one while your mom rattles off in your ear.

She goes from topic to topic, from who was irking her at work to how your finals went to what presents she was waiting on. You kept up with a light tone and a soft gaze on his features.

By the time Miguel tuned his ears back into the conversation, he was sitting in a bean bag chair with your nails scratching at his nape.

“I’ll be home today. Well, tonight.”

Your mother’s voice buzzed through the speakers and your eyes darted Miguel’s face to his neck.

“Nothing! I’m just,” a pause joins in on the pattern you tap across his chest. Your lips curl out and your voice gets smaller, “hanging out with Miguel. We’re catching up.”

Like the impact of glass shattering, the bite in your mother’s voice had you reeling back.

She was talking, no, yelling so fast, he almost didn’t catch anything.

I thought you broke up with him?

Didn’t he cheat on you? Why are you in his face?

Do I need to come up there and shake some sense into you? Huh?

Answer me!

“Mom, please! Just calm down- no, I’m not telling you to shut up, just listen to me!”

Miguel was mortified.

You got up from his embrace and paced the floor with an arm hugging your middle. The fussing on the other end of the line was nonstop.

“No, I’m not putting him on the phone right now.”

His heart rammed as he shot up, “I-I can talk to her!”

Pausing and pushing your phone to your chest, you give him a stern “No!” before going back to your mom.

“Mom, we talked about everything and we’re fine now, I promise.”

You look at him and your mother’s voice muffles through the room again. He looks like he could cry and you’re trying to silently placate him.

“I’ll tell you everything when I get home, ok? You don’t have to worry.” Your eyes get big before you turn completely around and walk to the bathroom, chanting no over and over. There’s no telling what your mom thinks of him now.

He picks at his hands as he waits, the pit of his stomach in knots.

When you come out, you don’t even give him the chance to speculate before you spring on, “Want to go to Ikea and roleplay a couple moving into their new place?”

“I would love that but what about your mom?”

“Would you rather stew on what she thinks or would you rather hold my hand and compare mudroom seating?”

It was going to eat at him either way, but you were practically begging him to move on.

“I think we should talk about it, but,” he holds his hand out, “let’s discuss the pros and cons of wainscoting on the way.”

GymRat!Miguel who is already enjoying the linoleum floors and smell of hardwood before the second set of automatic doors even have time to close.

A fair amount of families were already walking by with carts, and pairs and groups alike were already pointing to different displays.

You stood at his side, arms wrapped around his bicep, knit cardigan nearly touching the floor. Every piece you had on was fuzzy and warm against his side. The two of you were a vision of college comfort with your flared pants and his matching joggers.

“Should I grab a bag, dear?” Miguel asks watching a little boy drag a yellow bag to his mother.

Smiling into his sleeve, you shake your head, “Maybe we should just look around to start? Check things out first.”

His eyes sparkle at you as you both turn to the right, heading towards the maze of furniture pieces. He clears his throat and you snort.

“Honey.”

His chest puffs up, smile derpy and big. He was so easy to please sometimes.

GymRat!Miguel who bent under the borders of a dimmed display as you ran to sit on a black, aspen loveseat.

“What do you think, Miguel?” your sweater hung off one shoulder as your hands graced the top of the couch. The arch in your back swerved right down to your leg poised over the other. “Do I look like a 90s pop diva waiting to hear producers fall over themselves to play me another track?”

Your head falls back, covered neck opened to the glow of the lava lamp on the studio desk next to you. He could see a peak of what he left behind last night.

He sits in the armless desk chair, smirking as you spare him some attention.

“Listening to all of these amateurs when you know your voice sounds better over me, whispering my name, wearing my chain.”

Your leg twitches and he sees your eyes flit through several different emotions. With the way you hop off of the seat, lust was one of them.

“Ok, MC Miggy Mig, let’s go to the next thing!”

He grabs your arm and pulls you back, a squeal high in your throat in the process, “Why’re you running, hm?”

“Because this is an open, public, area and you’re playing this role a little too well.”

“I think I’ll need to seriously consider this setup,” he runs his right hand over the digital mixer while his left hand sits firmly behind your thigh.

“You don’t even make music. Nor do you record anything.”

“Us together sounds like music to me.”

Bringing him to a furniture store with his pent-up feelings was probably worse than having one more round in his room.

You stew on this as you turn to go to the next display room, attempting to more find interest in the leather sconce lighting than the thought of you and your boyfriend in a booth after pressing play.

GymRat!Miguel who genuinely did take notes over what you liked and didn’t like.

You were an artist, so there were a lot of funky pieces here and there. Like an odd-shaped vase or a cabinet with more aesthetics than storage. A light fixture with more parts that it probably needed and mirrors with dramatics around the sides.

He loved it though. It was all so different from what he would ever choose, but the way you described things had him envisioning how you would be designing a space for the two of you.

It had him thinking of the future.

GymRat!Miguel who took on the kitchen displays like a Broadway actor. The hallways opened up more and his hand swung with yours as he stepped into the first room.

It was bright, a window bringing in fake sun. Dark salmon walls huddled up with light wood cabinets and milky white counters.

“Honey?” his voice was dripping with it, tone smooth and silk as he opened a retro fridge. “Did you remember to make your famous ambrosia?”

Grabbing a bowl with fake fruit from the fridge, you jump right into character, “Why darling, of course, I did! It’s your big day, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“And that pretty dog to match?”

He takes you bowl and places it on the counter, eyes serious as he grabs your face in his hands, “That pretty dog and so much more. I’m gonna buy the whole town.”

You burst out into laughter before you can even think of a response, his facade dropping watching you giggle.

“This is a serious affair and you’re laughing.”

“Sorry.”

GymRat!Miguel whose act switched up in a smaller, compact kitchen. The wood was almost black, and a pull-out drying rack was next to the stark white counter.

“Baby, you’re late.”

Your eyebrow goes up, “Says who?”

He looks back, chuckling in disbelief, “Says the man that puts his life on the line for you.”

“And I didn’t ask you to. Yet, here you are. In my kitchen.”

Chuckling darkly, Miguel grabs one of the bottles and takes a swig. His throat bobs like there’s actually something in the bottle.

“That’s cute, real cute.”

You bit your lip as he leaned over you. He had a scowl on his lips and a dark shadow over his eyes that you rarely saw.

“You think I’m just going to let you walk out there unprotected? I’ve got eyes everywhere.” His thumb pulls your lip out and he bends your head up. “No one hurts you and I won’t hurt them. You’re mine, baby girl, and I protect what’s mine.”

An old married couple passed by, arguing over which cabinet was better. You feel like you’ve run a marathon.

“That was hot,” you whisper.

Miguel breaks, sliding his arms under yours.

“I was thinking you were a little too into that.”

“You should call me baby girl more often. It has a kick to it.”

He twists his nose cutely, your derpy, buff baby of a boyfriend coming back, “I like it when I call you mine’s better.”

“Your girl?”

“My girl.”

GymRat!Miguel who acts out nothing in the bedroom section of the showroom.

“This is nice,” he hooked his foot under that of the bed frame. “Sturdy.”

“It looks like a dorm bed,” you comment.

He places his hands on his hips and thinks.

“You’re right. Bad idea.”

Dragging him to another bed, you ask him how he feels about it. It’s huge, king-sized. There’s a quilt spread over it the bottom of it, with red pillows next to white ones on the top.

You bend over it, feet kicking in the air as you make “snow” angels with your hands.

Miguel pushes your legs down and drags you to the edge. He grunts as he barricades your body, knees next to your hips. He presses a hand to the small of your back, getting in close behind your bottom.

He moves slowly, hips grinding up against you.

“Miguel!” you partially turn, staring at him incredulously. “Are you crazy?”

“It’s too low. Not good for my back,” he responds.

A group of girls eye you both from the closet section of the showroom floor. One is giggling, one is mortified, and the other looks like an heirloom tomato. Miguel remains oblivious.

“We need something higher.”

“And I need to get you out of the bed section.”

Miguel looked at the remaining sets, “But I still have more to test?”

His voice lacks the giddy flow from earlier, so you know there’s no stopping him.

“Fine, just don’t pin me to the display beds.”

Pouting, he nodded and continued on.

GymRat!Miguel who thinks seeing you coo over everything in the kids’ furniture section might be the icing on the cake.

“How adorable is that? And it’s so soft!”

It was the fifth plushie you picked up in under the span of two minutes.

“Want me to buy it for you?”

“No,” you place it back in the metal bin, but he knew you didn’t want to. “I don’t need it.”

“I’m already buying something for your mom for the Christmas party. You can go ahead.”

If you had special effects, he’s sure exclamation points and starts would appear around you the way you perk up.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Can I get the panda and the shark?”

“Whatever you want, bébe. You can have it.”

You walk out of the section with three plushies in a bag and happier than ever.

GymRat!Miguel who sits in the restaurant and feeds you bites of his plate while takes bites of yours.

“Like it?” you ask, holding a hand over your mouth as you chew.

“It’s ok. A little bland. I think I’ll like the cake better.”

“Agreed.”

The two of you made idle chatter over Swedish meatballs and salmon filets. When it’s time to drink, the two of you cross arms and down lingonberries.

It’s a sweet end to the outing.

GymRat!Miguel who is downing ice cream when you pop a question.

“How do you feel about coming over for the holidays?”

Miguel’s windpipe lodges closed and his fist is knocking up against his chest. You freak out and jump up to pat his back.

“Lift your hands, oh my god!”

He waves your arms away, wanting to laugh at you pushing your sleeves up.

“I’m good, I’m good! Just give me a second.”

You sat back down, expression concerned, “Ok, so maybe coming over is a bad idea?”

“Absolutely not! It’s a great idea. I would love to come.” He relaxed his shoulders, wiping his mouth. “If your family will have me.”

“I was just thinking.”

“Uh huh?”

“It’s been over a year since we’ve been together.”

“Correct. A year and three months since I asked you out, but who’s counting?”

“You know, you never explicitly asked me to be your girlfriend, right? So, these could all be imaginary numbers to me right now, but moving on.”

“No, moving back, what? I did ask you to be my girlfriend. We call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. We are together as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“We are together but you never asked, we just naturally transitioned into that. That’s not my point, though. I was just teasing.”

Miguel bit his lip, stirring the thought for later, “You were thinking?”

“Right! It’s been this long and you’ve only met my mom,” who wasn’t too fond of him at the moment, “whereas I’ve met your close family. So, how about using this upcoming break to meet some more members of my family?”

He nodded his head, but a loud, blank noise took over his ears.

Meeting your family was a big deal, right? It meant that he was solidified and proven to be worthy of being with you. Of course, you met a small part of his family, but if he had it his way, it would have been more casual and less of an attack on all fronts. Spending that much time with your family meant so much…too much.

“Miguel? Did you hear me?” your hand reaches across the table and caresses his.

“Um.”

“All I said was that I’ll have to check with my own parents first, so don’t panic.”

It was too late not to panic.

“Right, not panicking. I’m just thinking about how many things I should prepare.” His Range Rover was about to rival Santa’s sleigh. All he needed to do was add those antlers and red nose that Gabriel bought him one year.

“You don’t have to do much, baby, it’s just my parents. And a few cousins, my grandma, grandpa, aunts and uncles, my dog. It’ll be chill.”

If it’s one thing his parents taught him, it was always to do too much. His heart was already in his throat about appealing to your mother once more. Who knows what your family already thinks about him?

“Once they see that charm that I fell in love with, they’ll love you too, ok?” you moved your hand to his cheek, which he melted in like a baby.

“Ok. I trust you.”

Miguel kisses your palm and you smile warmly back at him.

“And speaking of trust, my mom didn’t say anything worse than the spiel she gave me back on your birthday.”

“Top ten worst birthdays, I think.”

You nod, “I wholeheartedly agree, but, she thought the worst earlier today.”

“Like?”

“Like I was pregnant.”

His windpipe gives out again and this time you’re quicker to whack his back. The images of you in the kids’ furniture section do not help his sanity at all.

GymRat!Miguel who leans on the open window of your car.

“I’ll call you before I get on the highway, okay?”

You nod, leaning against the door while you stare at him.

“And don’t speed. Watch out for crazy drivers.”

“I will, Mig.”

He stays a little while longer, setting every one of your features to memory. You pucker your lips, silently begging for him to kiss you. He obliges, whispering love against your lips.

“Be safe,” he mumbles, taking your top lip between his.

“You too.”

Leaning back, he puts his hands in his pockets as he watches you leave.

He hopes to see you for the holidays.

dividers by: strangergraphics + adornedwithlight 🩵

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✨Daddy’s Best Friend, Mr. Miller Chapter 5: Let Me Take You There✨

Dbf! Joel Miller x fem! reader

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A/N: This has been a work in progress for 2 months, but it is finally here! Moodboard made by @mrsmando 🩵 I have been working on so many things lately, but I’m so happy with how this chapter turned out. I hope you enjoy 🥰 No beta for this one, but thank you to @mountainsandmayhem and @littlevenicebitch69 for letting me share snippets with you and scream about these two 🩷

Chapter Summary: After your parents cancel your weekend trip to Galveston at the last minute, Joel offers to take you instead.

Rating: 18+ Only MDNI

Word Count: 10.5k

Chapter Tags: Joel takes reader to Galveston, road trip, oral receiving (both male and female), unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering, reader and Joel being in love, bondage, vibrator use, lots of fluff and smut, switching POVs, no use y/n

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

  It’s Tuesday evening, a few days after your birthday and you’re sitting at the kitchen table eating takeout Mexican food. You’re not alone with your parents; your dad invited Joel over to watch some college game with him. He sits next to you, leg digging into yours as you let yours mold into his. His leg is strong, firm, holding you together as you let it rest against yours. You want to be in his arms, let him hold you tight while you drown in his lips, in his taste, but you can’t. Not here, not right now. 

   You take another bite out of your chicken enchilada and pop another chip drowned in queso in your mouth, letting the juicy flavors run down your throat as it hits just the right spot. 

   “Hey, sweetie, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. You know the Galveston trip this upcoming weekend?” your dad asks, finishing off a bite of his cheesy quesadilla as he sips from his tall water glass. 

   “Yeah, what about it?” you ask through another bite of enchilada. 

   “We’re gonna have to cancel the trip,” he says sadly, taking another bite out of his dripping quesadilla like he has no care in the world for the words that just came out of his mouth. 

   “What?” you ask, shocked. You drop your fork and it goes tumbling to the ground, landing with a loud clunk against the hardwood. Joel doesn’t hesitate and reaches his long arm down, picking up the ruined fork and setting it on the table next to him. 

   “I’m sorry, hun. Your aunt May and Charlie are making a surprise visit down, and they’re gonna come stay with us for the weekend. We wanted to tell you Thursday, but we didn’t want to ruin your weekend,” she says with apologies all over her uneasy tone. 

   “Why couldn’t you just tell them we already had plans? You’ve never canceled this trip before!” The words come out stronger than you want them to, hurt written all over your angry voice. They knew this weekend was important to you. They knew. 

   Joel places a hand discreetly on your thigh to help soothe you, but you barely register his gentle touch with how mad you are. 

   “We tried, hun, but the plans just fell through. I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to go. Maybe next year…”

   You interrupt your mom. “Maybe next year?” you ask quietly with your lip quivering around your words. This trip was important to you. It was always something you looked forward to, but now it was ruined. You feel the backs of your eyes burn with hot tears, but you won’t let them see. They don’t deserve to see you crumble. You’ll just go sulk in your room.

   Joel sees how upset you’re getting, sees the way you’re trying to keep it together at the table. He digs his thick fingers into the flesh of your knee and knits his brows together as he looks over at you from the corner of his eye. You feel his concern through the connected skin. As much as you want to place your hand over his, you just need a few minutes alone. 

   “If you’ll excuse me, I just lost my appetite,” you say as you push back your chair and feel Joel’s warm fingers drop from your skin. 

   As you leave the room and make your way up the towering steps, you hear your dad say something under his breath. “She just needs to cool off. She’ll be fine.”

   For some reason those words just make you more frustrated as you tread up the stairs, letting a hot tear collapse down your cheek as your vision begins to blur. Stupid trip, stupid aunt, stupid everything. You can kiss goodbye to any chance of your ocean weekend getaway because it isn’t happening. 

   You slam the door closed and flop onto your bed, curling your knees into your chest as you let the tears fall. You try to keep yourself together, but you’re too angry, too sad, too hurt. It might not be a big deal to them, but it is to you. So you burn with the heat inside your body and let it swallow you whole. 

   Joel takes a stiff drink of his iced tea and looks over at George. “You didn’t tell me you were canceling the trip,” he says slowly, trying not to show the concern in his voice as he worries about you wallowing alone in your room. 

   “It just came up. May isn’t usually the type to just drop in, so we thought we’d better stay home and let them come on down. I feel bad, but sometimes things come up, ya know?” George says through a bite of a crunchy tortilla chip, not seeming all that concerned about his daughter. 

   “That’s too bad. She seemed really excited. I think you crushed her,” Joel says as calmly as he can without getting all worked up himself. The thing was, he hated seeing you upset, would never dream of ever making you feel that way. And now he felt obligated to make you feel better. He had to because you’re his girl, and he always takes care of his girl. 

   “We are really sorry. We just hope she’ll forgive us,” Claire says with a sigh huffed in between bites of her dinner. 

   “Yeah. Joel, the game’s back on, you ready to go finish it?” George asks as he gets up and starts heading toward the living room. 

   “Oh, yeah. Just go ahead and turn it on. I’ll be there in a few minutes. Gonna head up to the bathroom first,” Joel says as he pushes back his chair and heads toward the stairs. 

   “Alright, don’t take too long,” George calls as he disappears into the dark living room. Joel prowls up the stairs quietly and heads toward your room. 

   

You wipe the last tear away from your cheek and look at yourself in the mirror across the room. You definitely look like you’ve been crying with your tinted red eyes and wet sleeves that leave traces of tears on the back of the aquamarine color. You feel like a complete mess. 

   Just then, you hear the click of the door handle and the squeak of hinges as Joel opens the door and slowly shuts in behind him. You silently gasp as you hope he doesn’t notice you were crying, but he probably will. He always notices. 

   “Hey, you okay there, darlin’?” Joel asks as he comes over and sits on the bed beside you, his eyebrows knit together with worry as his brown eyes stare intently at you. 

   “Mhm,” you hum out faintly as you keep your eyes locked on the cream carpet. 

   “That doesn’t sound very convincing to me,” he says as his hand brushes up against the side of your thigh, almost calming you down as your insides still rage like a hurricane. 

   “I’m fine, just a little upset is all,” you mumble out, holding back anymore tears that may spill over the edge. 

   “Hey, look at me,” he says gently as he cups your chin carefully and turns your face to him. His brown eyes are full of concern, and his gaze doesn’t waver from yours at all. 

   “Where’s that smile that I love so much, huh? C’mon, baby. Let me see it,” he coaxes as he lifts the corners of his mouth into a warm smile, the sight instantly calming you down. 

   He slowly unfolds you, and you can’t help but break when you see his crooked smile splayed across his face. It’s your favorite thing in the world. You drop the frown and replace it with a gentle smile as he trails his calloused thumb against your jawline, making you relax into his touch.

   “Ahh there’s my girl. The one with the beautiful smile,” he presses as the words send a quick giggle out of you. “Attagirl,” he praises as you get lost in his soft brown eyes. He leans over and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, making your insides coat with tingles at the warmth of him.

   “Thanks for making me feel a little better,” you sigh as you fall into his chest and lean your head into the crook of his neck as he gently runs a hand through your hair, soothing you into a calm state. 

   “I’m sorry about this weekend,” he apologizes as he gently combs his fingers through your hair. 

   “Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault my parents canceled at the last minute. It’s whatever. I didn’t even want to go that bad anyways,” you pout as you jut your bottom lip out. 

   “Oh, yes you did, sweetheart. I saw how upset you got down there. This trip meant a lot to you, didn’t it?” he asks as he trails his large hand up and down your back repeatedly. 

   “Yeah, it did,” you sigh, letting the thoughts wash out of your head so you don’t get upset again. 

   “What if you could still go?” he asks as your body goes still underneath his touch. 

   “Huh?” you ask as you pull your head up and sit up straight. “Still go? What do you mean?” you ask, confused because the trip had already been canceled. 

   “What if you could still go, would you?” he asks as he pushes a fallen stray curl away from his forehead. 

   You ponder his question, wondering why he’s asking such a silly thing. “Of course I would, but why are you asking?” You raise an eyebrow and look at him curiously, trying to decipher his meaning. 

   “Because,” he starts, straightening out his button-up blue flannel, “what if I take you?”

   Your mouth drops open and your eyes go wide. “What?” you ask with a locked jaw expression, not believing the words that just came out of his mouth. 

   “What if I take you? Just you and me. We could stay the weekend, get a little sun, maybe swim some, explore Galveston.” 

   “You’d do that for me?” you ask with teary eyes as he connects his hand with yours, entwining his fingers with yours as you feel them burn the back of your skin. 

   “I’d do anything to see that pretty smile, sweetheart,” he says with the curl of his lips and the dimple that presses deep into his cheek. 

   He’s so fucking beautiful and sweet and so loving. How did you ever get so lucky?

   “Joel…”

   “Let me take you to Galveston, please. I’d love nothing more, truly,” he says with genuine brown eyes. 

   You start to tear up, vision blurring as the tears lick at the edges of your eyes and start to fall against your cheeks. Joel cups your face with his big hands and wipes away the falling tears with the pads of his thumbs. 

   “Hey, hey. What’s the matter? Why are you cryin’, darlin’?” he asks worriedly as he looks into your eyes intensely, concern lathered in those doe eyes of his. 

   “You’re just… you’re just so good to me, Joel. Why are you so perfect?” you cry out as another hot tear falls from your eyes. Joel catches it with the tip of his thumb and brushes it away effortlessly. 

   “I’m nowhere near perfect,” he chuckles as he keeps his brown eyes on you, “I just know how much the trip meant to you, and there’s no way I’m letting that get taken from you. You wanna go? Then we’re going. I’m not gonna see you disappointed, baby. I’ll take you there myself, and I’m gonna make sure you enjoy every second of it,” he confirms as he drops his hands from your face. 

   You suck in a breath and slam into his broad chest as you wrap your arms tightly around him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you. God, I love you so much,” you breathe into his ear, feeling one of his hands come to cup the back of your head and the other wrapping around your waist.

   “You’re so welcome. And I love you, too, sweetheart. Never gonna stop,” he says slowly into your ear, making every part of you completely lose it for him. 

   You lift your chin up and slowly plant your lips on his, letting the moment move slow, delicately, passionately. You sink into his weight and let him devour your lips, your tongue, your everything. 

   Joel Miller was the definition of everything, and you’d never ever let him go. 

   The cool breeze of November blows in a rush through your long locks of hair as you lean your head out the window, the air crisp and smelling of pine trees as you rest your elbows on the edge of the door and enjoy the taste of freedom. The radio hums low through the speakers as you feel Joel’s eyes on your back, feeling his warm smile on your skin as you close your eyes and take in this beautiful moment. 

   The drive to Galveston is relaxing, the sun kissing your skin as you bathe in warm sunlight. Joel taps his thumb against the leather steering wheel along to an AC/DC song that plays quietly throughout the truck. You take a moment to turn toward him, leaning your head on the back of the seat as you admire the beautiful man that sits before you. Tousled curls with grey threaded through his thick locks, a blue flannel that tugs at his muscular biceps, a glowing smile that reflects off the backs of your eyes as you soak him up, painting a pretty picture in your mind that you’ll surely take to your grave. 

   Joel catches you staring and reaches an arm out as he snatches your fingers and pulls your hand up to his plush lips. He grazes his lips against the back of your knuckles and laces his fingers through yours as he pulls your hand into his lap, holding tight as he drives along the vacant highway. 

   You blink twice and smile as you watch him drive, your hand on top of his thigh as he looks over and sees you in a lovesick daze. “What are you smilin’ ‘bout, hmm?” he asks as he smirks your way, arching an eyebrow as he drives along.

   “Oh, no reason. Just can’t believe you’re taking me all the way to Galveston.”

   He squeezes your hand gently and looks over at you as the crow’s feet crinkle around his warm eyes. “Well, believe it, baby. Gotta keep my girl happy. And trust me, I wouldn’t wanna spend the weekend doin’ anythin’ else.”

   You scoot over to his side, unfastening your seatbelt as you nuzzle up into the side of his neck, catching the edge of his greying scruff. He tsks at you as he eyes you with your seatbelt off. “Seatbelt on, baby. Don’t want ya gettin’ hurt.”

   You huff out a response, batting your long eyelashes up at him. “I just wanted to be next to you. Being in the passenger seat was too far away,” you pout.

   He rolls his eyes and sighs, putting a strong arm around you as he hugs you into his side. “You’re a handful, you know that?” You giggle out and he just shakes his head. “Guess you can stay right here, can’t say no to my girl.”

   You beam up at him, reaching up to leave a sweet kiss against his tanned cheek while you wrap your arm around his hip and nuzzle back into the warm, woodsy scent of his flannel. You still can’t believe you’re going to the beach with your boyfriend, your dad’s best friend, and you can’t even fathom how he fell in love with you in the first place, but you’re so glad he did because you think he’s the love of your life. 

   Joel stops on the way to Galveston at Buc-ee’s, and the both of you jump out and grab all your favorite snacks for the long ride. The two of you share a bbq sandwich, grab fountain drinks, a bag of Doritos, beef jerky, and numerous bags of candy. When you’re back in the truck and driving down the long highway, you’re back against Joel’s side and leaning your head on his shoulder while you slowly chew on a piece of salted beef jerky. 

   He leans down and bites off a piece of it which makes your head fall back and laughter flow out the cracked window. Who knew that a simple road trip with your dad’s best friend would be the most exciting thing to happen this year? You never saw it coming, but neither did he. He just made you that happy. You’d be content just sitting by his side, reading a book while he watched a baseball game on tv. It was simple really, you were just that in love with Joel. 

   He takes another bite and hugs you tight against his side while his fingers slowly trail up and down your outer arm, making tingles flow down your spine. “So, what’d you tell your parents? Reckon your mother gave you a mouthful for leavin’ on the weekend you have family comin’ into town,” Joel says as he keeps one hand on the leather steering wheel, his eyes vigilant on the straight road ahead. 

   You sigh, leaning your head on his broad shoulder. “Told them I was having a girl’s trip this weekend in Dallas. My mom was pissed, but she’ll get over it.”

   He nods his head, tongue sliding over his bottom teeth as he eyes you from the corner of his vision. “I’m sure she’ll get over it quick. Besides, how can she stay mad at a pretty face like yours, hmm?” He cups your chin as his calloused fingers slide against your smooth skin, leaning over to give you a quick kiss on your cheek. 

   You smile up at him, your cheeks warming from the golden sun and his soft touch. He really is the sweetest guy you know. “Thanks, Joel. You always know how to cheer me up.”

   “Always here for ya, baby.” He laces his fingers with yours and brings your hand up to his lips while he lays gentle kisses across your dainty knuckles. 

   When he releases your hand to focus on driving again, you pick out a sucker wrapped in pink paper and slowly unfold the sweet treat. You pop it into your mouth slowly and savor the cherry flavor on your tongue. Joel watches you lick at the sucker, your tongue sliding along the see through candy, eyes growing dark when he watches you pop it out of your mouth with drool sticking to the top. 

   He shifts in his seat, eyebrows furrowing together as he smirks your way, a devilish grin spreading across his crooked smile. “That good, huh?” he asks with hooded eyes.

   You smile his way, taking your tongue along the smooth edge as you slowly lick at the cherry flavored sucker. “Sooo good,” you hum as you take it further into your mouth, as far as you can without choking yourself. 

   His jaw clenches, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he drives along, fighting himself from running off the road. “Better stop that now,” he warns, his eyes flickering with dark flecks of temptation as he gazes at you again with little control.

   “Stop what?” you ask innocently, giving the sucker another lick as you stare directly into his smoldering eyes. 

   “Stop fuckin’ teasin’ me. You tryin’ to kill me?” he murmurs as you eye the hardening cock against his jeans. Oh yeah, you were going to have fun with this. 

   “Not trying to kill you, handsome. Just having some fun,” you tease. 

   He sighs, raking a hand slowly down his grey threaded scruff. “You’re trouble, sweetheart. A little tease is what you are.”

   “Oh, I know,” you giggle. 

   You lean over and lick your tongue up the side of his neck, tasting the salt of sweat and a hint of mahogany cologne. You taste him. 

   “Christ,” Joel groans as he grips the steering wheel even harder. “You’re gonna make me pull this truck over if you’re not careful, I mean it,” he warns, his voice thick and gravelly against the pinch of temptation. 

   “You’re not gonna pull over. You’re gonna keep driving with your eyes on the road while I do this.” You palm him through his jeans, feeling just how hard he is as he groans through his gnashed teeth. 

   “Now, sweetheart. Jus’ hold on there.” He tries to pry your hand off, but you don’t move an inch. 

   “Joel, I’ve wanted to do this for years. Please, let me make you feel good. Rather suck on your cock than this lollipop.” You give another innocent lick to the pink sucker and bat your long eyelashes at him, giving him the prettiest smile you can muster up. 

   He ticks his jaw, eyebrows molding together while he drags a huff out. “Alright, alright. Jus’ don’t go wild. I need to concentrate on the road.”

   “Noted,” you wink, watching him grit his teeth together as he watches you slowly unzip his denim jeans, pulling his boxers down while his hard cock springs up and hits his soft tummy. 

   You revel at how thick and long he is, wrapping a hand around him to slowly slide up and down his shaft, spreading the leaking precum over his entirety. He groans at your slow motions, eyes blowing out as he watches you sink down to his lap while your mouth closes over him.

   “Fuckkk,” he groans as you bob your head up and down his shaft, hovering down to where his tip is kissing the back of your throat, making you choke and drool all over his weeping cock. He shifts beneath you, hands cemented to the steering wheel as he fights to keep his eyes on the road instead of at your pretty mouth around his thick length. 

   You gather your spit and fist him in your hand, moaning while you hear the wet, sticky noises of your fingers working him nice and good up and down repeatedly. You feel your own slick gathering in your panties, an ache you’re desperate to alleviate. You slide your left hand under the lace, circling your throbbing clit while you moan his name, still working him up and down with your hand. 

   “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he growls, watching you get yourself off with your own fingers. “If I wasn’t in the middle of the highway, I’d pull this truck over and have you spread across my lap while I finished the job.”

   “Yeah?” you whine, fingers curling up inside yourself while your thumb presses down on your pulsing bundle of nerves. 

   “Oh yeah, sweetheart. Better believe I’m takin’ care of you later. You brought what I asked, right?”

   “Mhm,” you hum, feeling yourself about to spill inside your denim shorts. 

   “Attagirl. Gonna get you all nice and wet with my fingers, my tongue. Gonna tie you to the bedpost and give you what you deserve. Gonna make my girl come so hard that we’ll need new sheets before the night is through,” he growls with gritted teeth. 

   “Joel,” you moan, feeling a white hot sensation flow through your body before your panties are ruined with your release, continuing to stroke him while you come down from the blissful high of an orgasm. 

   “That’s my good fuckin’ girl,” he praises. You’re absolutely drenched from his dirty words.

   You take a minute to come back to the present while your eyes glaze over, feeling his pulsing cock beneath your fingers while you work him up and down slowly. You lean over and glide the tip of your tongue up the underside of his cock where a large vein guides you forward. He groans, his fingers flexing on the steering wheel while you work your magic. 

   Suddenly, Joel stills beneath you, hearing his phone buzz deep in his pocket. He curses under his breath and reaches one hand in, grabbing up his vibrating phone as his eyes blow wide. 

   “It’s your father,” he mutters, knitting his eyebrows together as he answers the phone. “Hey, George. What’s up?” he says casually, motioning for you to stop while he talks on the phone. 

   You still your hand, keeping it wrapped firmly around the base, brushing the end of your nose through his coarse, wiry hairs, breathing him deep as you get intoxicated off his manly musk.

   “Beers at your house tonight? Sorry, bud. I’m actually out of town this weekend.” 

   You hear your dad on the other end sighing, can almost see him rolling his eyes. You know he misses his best friend, but right now he’s a bit tied up with you. 

   “M’sorry. It was a bit last minute, but I’m goin’ to the lake with Sarah.”

   You listen to Joel and your dad carry on the conversation, one hand on the steering wheel tight while he balances the phone on his shoulder. You know he’s trying not to break while he’s on the phone, but you just can’t help yourself. 

   You lick a thick stripe up the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue in slow circles around his swollen red tip as he hisses through his teeth. He glares at you, but you just smile sweetly up at him as you dive back in. 

   You take him deep in your mouth, feeling the salty precum slide down your throat as you choke on him again and again. He grabs the back of your hair, letting you work him over, swallowing your own moans with his thick length. 

   You take him deeper, choking on him while you make the most obscene gagging noises around his cock. “Ahh fuck,” he growls through his teeth as he looks down with blown out black eyes. “Oh, sorry. Jus’ lifted somethin’ a little too heavy for me. Guess I couldn’t quite handle it,” he mutters while his fingers grab your hair harder. 

   He pushes you down further, rutting his hips up while you choke again and again on his cock, letting him deepthroat you as your drool and spit coat him in wetness. 

   “Yeah, that’s right. Mhm, feels fuckin’ great at the lake. Not too cold, not too hot, jus’ right,” he grits through his teeth, fisting your locks in his hand as he drags your mouth up and down him, mouth fucking him intensely. You’re nearly drowning in him.

   “Mhm. Tuesday. I’m gonna come. On Tuesday, right,” he pants out, teeth gritted together as he pushes your head down hard and blows his load inside your hollowed out cheeks. 

   You swallow him down, barely able to take all the hot ropes of cum as some leaks out of your mouth. He curses under his breath and hits the back of his head on the headrest, broad chest heaving while you clean him up and lap up all the excess cum and drool on his messy cock. When you’re done cleaning him and his cock is softening, you fold it back into his boxers and pull his jeans back up, zipping them up for Joel.

   He takes deep breaths, listening to the last few words your dad tells him on the phone. He seems uninterested in whatever your dad has to say, his eyes only watching you now. They’re glazed over, dark flecks shining in the sunlight as he looks at you with love in his eyes. It makes your heartbeat pick up and kick against your chest. 

   “Alright, George. Sounds good. Have a good weekend. See ya Tuesday.” He clicks the phone off and shoves it in his pocket while his hand trails back over to you. His eyes find yours, and they look so beautiful in the rays of sunshine that glow through the window. 

   “You messy, messy girl. Goin’ down on me when I’m tryin’ to drive, when I’m on the phone with your father. You’re such a mess, baby,” he chuckles as he settles a large palm on the top of your head, gently running his fingers softly through your long locks. 

   “Mhm. I’ve always wanted to do that for you. And now I can say I have,” you giggle. 

   “Christ. How’d I get so lucky with you, hmm?” he smiles, watching you turn on your side and laying your head in his lap while one of your arms wraps around his thigh. 

   “The question is how’d I get so lucky with you? I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I finally have you all to myself. Almost doesn’t seem real, you know?”

   You hear him hum while his thick fingers curl against your shoulder. “I know what ya mean, sweetheart. It’s real, though. You’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you go. You’re stuck with me, pretty girl.”

   “Fine with me, cowboy,” you smile.

   He chuckles out, the weight of his laughter echoing through your heart. “I love you, sweetheart.”

   “And I love you, Joel Miller.”

   He smiles down at you as you situate yourself in his lap, closing your eyes to take a nap. Maybe when you wake up you’ll see the surf and sand of Galveston before your eyes. 

   After you check into the lavish hotel and place your bags in your suite, you and Joel both throw on your swimsuits and grab some beach towels. You settle into a dark teal bikini, and Joel almost matches you with light blue swim trunks. He looks so good, so broad with his tanned chest almost glistening in the sun, his large muscles flexing every time he moves. He looks like a masterpiece. 

   Just when you almost get lost in your fantasies in your mind, Joel pulls you right back out. “I’ll race ya to the beach,” he smirks as he pulls open the back sliding door that leads to a winding staircase down to the beach.

   “Bet I can beat you,” you giggle as you push him in the shoulder and race past him, barreling down the sturdy steps as you hear him laughing uncontrollably behind you. 

   “Cheater,” he laughs with a gravelly tone, “pushed right past me.”

   You turn your face his way and stick your tongue out playfully. “Come catch me, slow poke,” you giggle. That just makes him sprint faster toward you.

   You take off in the warm sand, your heart beating wildly inside your chest as you run toward the blue crashing waves of the ocean. You turn your head back around quickly and scream when you see him right on your heels.

   “C’mere, pretty girl,” he chuckles. One more step and he’s picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while you squeak and try to escape. 

   “Joel, put me down!” you laugh, using every bit of strength in you to break free of his hold, but it’s no use. He’s got you in a tight embrace. 

   “Ain’t puttin’ you down jus’ yet, baby. Nah, gonna jus’ take ya for a little dip in the water.”

   “Joel Miller, put me down this instant!” you squeak as he squeezes the backs of your thighs, taking off into the thick sand. 

   “Nah, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna do that.” 

   You hear the crash of waves before you see them, and then he’s throwing you into the salty water while your head gets completely covered in the cold water. You make your way quickly up to the surface and rub the salt out of your eyes, yelling at Joel playfully while he laughs in the near distance. 

   Once you see him you start splashing him in the face with the cold water, watching his hair get completely soaked with his tousled curls slicked back with big droplets of salt water framing his face. “Now who’s winning!” you shout gleefully. 

   “Oh, so you wanna be like that? Okay, baby. Two can play at that game.” He starts splashing you right back while you turn your head and avoid the salt water getting in your eyes. 

   It’s a water fight in the best possible way, you and Joel going back and forth seeing who can make the biggest splash and who can get the most soaked. A fit of giggles leave your mouths while the sunshine warms your dripping shoulders. It goes on for minutes, the playful water fight until Joel comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist. 

   “C’mere,” he chuckles. He spins you around and pins you to his chest while his lips find yours hungrily. You melt into the kiss, fingers twisting through his dripping curls, him slotting his tongue into your mouth as you taste the salty flavor of the ocean and him. 

   You squeak when he picks you up, legs wrapping around his hips as one of his hands locks you to him. You rest your forehead on his, your lips curved into a warm smile as you take in the salt water that covers his tanned skin. “Thanks for taking me here, Joel,” you whisper against his mouth. 

   “Anytime, darlin’. Anytime.” 

   You wrap your arms around his neck and let him hold you up in the water, keeping your body flush to his chest. You both turn your attention to the horizon, watching the gentle blue waves lap against the water, focusing on the afternoon glow of the sun, the graceful seagulls flying overhead, your own beating heart mixing with Joel’s. 

   It’s moments like this that you can never take for granted. Being at the beach with your lover, not having to sneak around under the nose of your reluctant father, being at one of your favorite places in Texas. It’s all surreal, almost fictional. You’re one hell of a lucky girl, and you know that. God, you know that. 

   You rest your head on Joel’s shoulder and feel him kiss the top of your head slowly, his lips grazing against your drenched hair. “This is so peaceful, Joel,” you breathe, sighing into the scruff of his jaw. 

   “Mhm, it sure is. Haven’t been down here in a while. You know Sarah was jealous, right?”

   You giggle and look up at him, catching the sunlight strike his dazzling honey colored eyes. “You told her you were coming here?”

   “Yeah. Guess it was a mistake ‘cause she threw a fit, but she got over it. Told her I wanted a little alone time with my girl.”

   You smile and nod in understanding. “Glad she took it well.”

   “Me too. She kept askin’ when we were gonna tell your folks about us,” he sighs, one hand raking down the curve of his jaw, thick fingers catching water droplets from his greying beard. 

   You huff and sink back into his chest. “I don’t even want to think about that. I mean eventually we’ll have to, but not today. Not this month, or year. Maybe next year,” you sigh while your nails scratch against the back of his tousled curls. 

   “Whenever you want, baby. M’not in a rush either. Whenever you feel like the right time is, we’ll tell ‘em together. I’ll be right there by your side, no matter what happens. M’not goin’ anywhere, even if your father hates me after. I’m yours. Always.” He brushes his lips over your cheekbone, and it sends butterflies flitting through your lower regions. The man always knew how to get you. 

   You stay in the cool, salty water just a little longer, going back and forth from floating on your back to being in Joel’s arms. No one else is in the water or on the beach, it’s just you and Joel. Your own island paradise for the weekend. 

   You bathe in the beauty of it all. The salty air breezing across your hair, sun kissed skin soaking in every bit of ray of sunshine the sky graces you, Joel standing behind you with his lips brushing against your collarbone, his deep hums sending sparks of lightning through your core. You never want to leave this place, never want to leave him. You’ll just stay in the moment for as long as you can.  

   “Joel?”

   “Hmm?” He hums as he kisses your neck sweetly, his other hand dancing along the bikini line as his thick fingers play with the teal material by your hip bone. 

   “Promise me this isn’t just a dream and that I’m not gonna wake up tomorrow with you gone.”

   He chuckles behind you, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers in his deep, gruff voice you so love. “S’not a dream, baby. It’s real, I’m real. And I can promise you I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

   You sink your weight into his broad chest, his finger cupping your chin with his calloused fingers. He tips your head backwards and meets your lips with his, letting him soak you in all his sunshine and salty presence while you float off on a cloud into paradise. This is heaven, Joel is heaven. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of him. 

   After half an hour of basking in the beautiful ocean, you decide to get out and lay in the sand for a while. You drag your feet through the damp sand, body relaxed and tired from the ocean water. You spot your towels laid out together, yours pink and Joel’s dark blue. But before you can reach them you feel Joel catch your hips while he envelops you in his warm hold, dragging you down to the sand as his weight topples over you. He pins your wrists to the warm sand while he holds himself over you. 

   “Got you,” he chuckles, hovering over you with his tousled curls dripping salt water all over your chest. 

   “Joel!” you laugh as you erupt into a fit of giggles. “Didn’t realize we were still playing.” 

   “Mmm, found the perfect opportunity to take you down again. Couldn’t resist,” he chuckles. 

   “Silly old man,” you tease.

   “Old man, huh? Ain’t old enough to do this,” he laughs, sinking his body against yours while his lips crash into you. 

   You melt into his lips, your fingers running through his tousled curls that smell of salty water and mahogany, the two mixing together to form a scent you breathe into your lungs and get lost in. His tongue dances with yours, his rough hands gliding against the curve of your hips as he slithers his way between your legs. 

   You stay like that for minutes just breathing each other in, getting lost in the hungry kisses, the panting breaths that sound in tune with the lapping waves against the shoreline. It all feels like a dream, but this is real, and it’s the most perfect day with your ridiculously hot boyfriend. 

   He nips at your bottom lip, slowly releasing his mouth as he hovers back over you. When you open your eyes, you gasp. The way the warm sun beams down over him makes him look angelic, a bright light surrounding him as you look into those beautiful honey eyes, the dark flecks reflecting off your own. God, he looks so beautiful, so exquisite. You could stare at him every second of every day if you got the chance to. 

   Your fingers brush over his grey threaded beard, lips parting in awe as you smile up at him. His lips curve into a warm smile that makes your toes curl, and his eyes crinkle down at you while one of his hands grazes against your jawline. 

   “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. You know that?” he asks, affection spilling off his Southern drawl while he traces your bottom lip with the tip of his thumb. 

   “You tell me all the time, handsome,” you smile, eliciting a groan from his mouth as you drag your fingers against the scruff of the back of his neck. 

   “You deserve to be told every single second of every day, sweetheart. And I’ll do that, over and over again. Even if you get tired of it, I’ll keep at it. ‘Cause you deserve the world, so let me give it to you.”

   Your mouth drops open, your heart in your throat. You’re so stunned that you can barely say anything but run your fingers through his hair, a wide smile splayed over your face as you gaze into the eyes of the love of your life. 

   “Joel Miller, never knew you were such a romantic at heart,” you smile, lazing into those crystal clear dark eyes. 

   “Always been a romantic, baby. Guess I jus’ didn’t have anyone to show it to. But now, there’s you. So let me shower you in it. Got many years to make up for it,” he chuckles. 

   You drag his face down to yours, pressing your lips flush against his until you sink back into him, reveling in his touch, his kiss, his everything while the sun slowly slips against your ocean kissed skin. You swallow his essence, inviting him in while his tongue swirls feverishly around yours. It’s like you’re in the middle of a cute little romance movie, but this is your reality. This is real.

   He drags one of your bikini straps down, slipping his fingers underneath the silky teal top, grazing against the underside of your breast. “Joel, stop,” you groan. “This isn’t a nude beach,” you laugh. 

   “There ain’t nobody around, darlin’. Jus’ let me do one thing, yeah?” he asks while you silently nod your head in approval. 

   He drags one of your cups free, burying his face in your chest as he takes the flat of his tongue and gently swirls around your pebbled breast. You groan into the shell of his ear while his other hand lightly feathers against the folds of your already soaked center. 

   “Joel,” you warn, wrapping your arms around his salt covered neck as he nips up your collarbone. He slips a hand beneath your bikini bottoms and starts to slowly circle your puffy clit, eliciting a moan that falls like a melody against the curve of his ear. 

   “Yeah? That feel good, darlin’?” he asks, feeling just how drenched you are beneath your bikini. He presses harder against your aching bud, pulling you dangerously close to spilling over him as you feel a cold wave hit the backs of your feet.  

   “Joel, fuck - you’re gonna make me…”

   “Make you come? Go on, gorgeous. Spill for me. Know you want to,” he purrs, his calloused fingers swirling swiftly around your bundle of nerves until you dig your fingers into the scruff of his neck and moan his name intensely while he elicits a long, amazing orgasm from you. Your body jolts at the aftershocks, coming down from your high as cum spills all over your teal bikini. 

   “Attagirl,” he praises, working you through your orgasm, then slipping his fingers inside his mouth to clean them off properly. He groans at the taste of you, savoring the flavor against his tongue. 

   He leans back and looks at you, glistening tanned skin and chocolate coated eyes you want to melt in. He’s absolutely stunning. “Joel Miller getting me off on the beach?” you smirk as you raise an eyebrow at him.

   “Mhm, couldn’t wait to get back to the room. Had to get a taste and repay you for the favor you did for me in the truck.” He winks at you, and you can’t help but laugh and roll him over into the sand. You climb on top of his chest and drape your arms over his broad shoulders while he brings his large hands up to rub your back softly. 

   “You’re the best, Miller. Best I ever had,” you smile as you rest your chin on his tanned chest. 

   “Mmm, think you’re the best, sweetheart. Never met a girl that got me quite like you do. You’re somethin’ else.”

   He takes one of his fingertips and traces a heart in the sand, writing out your initials and drawing an arrow through the heart with a lovesick look in those pools of honey. You gawk at him, almost tearing up when you see how mesmerized he looks hovering over your initial, like it’s the most important thing in the world to him.

   “There. Now it’s our beach. Jus’ yours and mine, baby. It’s written in the sand,” he lulls warmly.

   You smile down at him, placing your hand against the soft scruff of his jaw and turn his face toward yours. You part your lips, almost speechless as words start to fail you. Joel really was a romantic after all. Your perfect, romantic, endearing boyfriend.

   “Joel Miller. You amaze me every single day. And God, I’m just so in love with you,” you muse.

   “Sweetheart, it’s me that’s so in love with you. Never gonna stop. It’s written in the sand, in the ocean, in the stars even. You’re mine, baby. All mine,” he whispers, staring up at you with the most endearing brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Everything about this moment is magical.

     You gaze into the warmth of his honey eyes and play with his tousled curls, running your fingers through the soft locks as you get lost in his gaze. You stay like that another hour, listening to the lapping waves of the ocean, soaking up the warm sun, getting hopelessly lost in his mahogany and salt water scent. He’s got you wrapped around his finger, just like he is with you. 

   After a while, Joel helps you up off the sand and leads you across the shoreline. He takes your hand in his and guides you through the lapping water, taking in the salty breeze of the sea and the picturesque vision of you and him walking along the coast. It’s so romantic, so very special, and it feels so right. His strong hand in yours, him smiling down at you with those beautiful brown eyes, and his smile that sends you over the edge every single time. It’s all just so breathtaking. 

   Maybe this was fate after all, maybe you were meant to be on this beach with Joel the whole time. It sure seems like it now. You realize why it never worked with anyone else. It’s because Joel Miller was always the one. You just didn’t know it then, but you do now. He’s the one for you. Your forever. 

   After you and Joel have showered and thrown on white silky robes, you sit on the balcony and watch the sunset paint the sky purple and amber colors. You lean into Joel on the reclining chair, letting his fingertips trace up and down your arms slowly while his lips brush against the shell of your ear. 

   “Beautiful, isn’t it?” you ask, watching the waves slowly lap against the sand while he murmurs in your ear.

   “Mhm, gorgeous.” He grazes his lips against your cheek and whispers sweet words into your ear. “You wanna go back inside? Let me make love to my girl,” he whispers as he trails another kiss over your cheek. 

   You spin around and smile down at him. “Okay, handsome. What’d you have in mind?” you giggle. 

   He smirks up at you and chuckles. “You remember when we were watchin’ Scream on Halloween night, and I asked about the whole handcuff thing?”

   You raise your eyebrows in question and nod. “Yeah, what about it?”

   “Well, don’t exactly have the handcuffs, but that black silk ribbon I asked you to bring? Gonna use that to tie you to the headboard. Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. That what you want?” he asks with a long Southern drawl, eyes darkening as he speaks to you in a deep voice. 

   You gulp and nod your head. “Okay, daredevil. Take me to bed then,” you whisper into the shell of his ear. 

   He wastes no time and hauls you up, cradling you in his strong arms as he makes his way through the sliding glass door, closing it with the heel of his foot. “On the bed for me, naked,” he instructs as you fully oblige. 

   The room is massive, marble countertops and fancy light fixtures filling the room. The room is dim, only a couple of lamps on as the luminescent dark blue walls cover the space. The king sized bed is pristine, white sheets with fluffy pillows covering the top of the bed. The headboard is made of light wood, and a small fireplace crackles underneath the 70 inch flat screen tv in the center of the room. 

   You slip off your robe, crawling onto the plush bed while Joel watches with wide eyes, grabbing a couple things from your pink suitcase that sits in the corner of the room. His eyes stay locked on yours, especially when you spread your legs wide and show him the sticky mess already building up over your warm core. 

   He licks his lips, dragging a hand slowly over his mouth while he feasts on your naked body. “Look at you, baby girl. Already so wet and ready for me. Christ, you’re a fuckin’ vision,” he purrs, leaning against the edge of the bed just mesmerized at the perfection that splays in front of him. 

   You smile, bedroom eyes slipping over his tanned form, and he knows exactly what that means. He crawls over you, pushing your legs further apart with his knees and catching your wrists above your head. “Stay still for me, sweetheart. Gonna tie you up now.”

   You stay still, letting him collect your wrists above your head, gently tying the black silk ribbon against the headboard. You almost moan, feeling his thigh brush against your clit as he sits back to assess his work. “You okay? Not too tight?” he asks with concerned brown eyes. 

   “Feels perfect, Joel,” you smile, giving him a mischievous smirk while your foot hikes his robe up his tanned thigh. “Gonna take that off, Miller?”

   He chuckles, untying the belt slowly and then ripping it off his body as it goes crashing to the floor. You gawk at him, watching his cock twitch before you, already hardening as he assesses your bare body before him. 

   “Look at my man. So handsome, tan, big, all mine,” you giggle. 

   “Mmm, all yours, gorgeous. Now breathe for me. Wanna try somethin’,” he murmurs with darkening eyes. 

   You see him spread your thighs more, trailing kisses up your inner thighs and brushing his nose through your folds, dragging it over your sensitive clit and ending in the soft curls above your mound. 

   He gives you a devilish grin and then licks a long, thick stripe up your core, sending a moan falling from your lips as he drinks in the taste of you. “Taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby girl,” he groans, licking the slick from his lips slowly. “Now, for the fun part. Think you’re gonna love this,” he smiles. 

   He reaches behind his back and grabs the vibrator that was sitting underneath your clothes in your suitcase. He turns the power on, starting it slow as the buzzing noise fills the width of the room. Before he brings it to your center, he hovers it just over your clit as he speaks. “Take a deep breath. Gonna start it slow.”

   Your breath falters when he places the end of the vibrator on your clit, pressing down and massaging slow circles across your bundle of nerves. “Fuck, Joel,” you whine, letting him revel in your long, drawn out moans.

   “Attagirl, feels good don’t it?” he chuckles, watching the way your lips part and eyes blow wide. 

   “Yeah, it feels - ohhhhh,” you moan, feeling him slip two digits into your dripping hole, working them nice and slow, curling up into the spongy wall that makes you lose control. 

   “That’s it, sweetheart. Let’s take it up a notch, shall we?” he smirks. 

   He switches the settings, powering the vibrator to a more intense level that has your legs shaking uncontrollably. He shifts his knee, pinning your thigh down so he can see the spasming movements of your ruined pussy. 

   His eyes expand into black pits, tongue licking against his bottom lip while he assesses the damage he does to your soaked core. He watches the way the slick runs down his knuckles, fingers fucking deep into your drenched pussy, obscene squelching noises and melodic moans filling the room. He’s never heard anything more beautiful in his entire life.

   He presses down harder on your throbbing clit, the buzzing motion of the vibrator making you squirm beneath his calloused fingers. “Joel, I’m so close. I’m so - oh,” you writhe, hearing the wet noises of him fucking your pussy with his thick fingers faster and faster, feeling him coaxing you on each time his fingertips kiss that perfect spongy spot that makes you black out. 

   “That’s it, that’s my girl,” he praises, pressing downward on the vibrator and opening a whole new sensation that makes you form your lips into a wide O, white hot heat sliding down the edge of your spine.

   “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whine, fusing your eyebrows together and choking on a moan. 

   “Come for me, beautiful. Make a mess on these fingers,” he coaxes. 

   One more brush of the vibrator and curl of his thick fingers and you’re gone. You moan his name, twisting your fingers into the silky ribbon as you feel the rush of bliss blow over you. You release for him, spilling all over his fingers, along with another wave of pleasure that overcomes you. You feel yourself squirt, watch yourself coat his broad chest, the scruff of his jaw with the slick that just keeps flowing. 

   “Oh, Jesus Christ you’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby. There she goes. Jus’ keeps on comin’. Fuckin’ drenchin’ me,” he purrs all mesmerized and hypnotic while he talks you through it. 

   “Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good girl,” he praises, turning the vibrator off while he collects slick against your glistening mound. He slides his fingers from your insides, popping his soaked digits into his mouth, groaning from the taste of you. 

   “Joel, that was incredible,” you pant, coming back to your body after the intense orgasm washes through you.

   “Yeah? Well, I ain’t done with you yet, sweetheart,” he teases, a crooked smile forming over his beautiful face. 

   “Not yet?” you ask, laughing.

   “Not yet,” he confirms with a glint in his blown out eyes. 

   Your eyes look down, staring at the large erection between his legs. His cock is thick, the head red and swollen while precum leaks down his shaft. You go wide-eyed, licking your lips as you gaze hungrily at him. 

   “Joel,” you whine.

   “What do ya need, baby girl? Use your words.”

   You strain against your bindings, panting desperately, trying to show him how badly you need him between your thighs. “Your cock. Need you inside, please,” you beg.

   “Don’t gotta beg for me, darlin’. It’s all yours, I’m all yours,” he smiles. 

   He brings your legs over his shoulders, crawling between your thighs as he stretches you wide, cock gliding against your folds, collecting slick on his angry tip. You groan at the feeling of him, the tingling sensation his cock gives as it slides against your wetness. 

   “You ready for me?” he asks, brushing over your clit once more as you stifle a moan.

   “Mhm,” you hum.

   “Okay, baby girl. Deep breath for me,” he instructs. 

   He pushes into you, stretching you wide as his thick cock fills you to the brim. You pant, writhing beneath him while he starts a slow rhythm of going back and forth, his grunts becoming savage like when he talks you through it. 

   “There ya go, sweetheart. Takin’ me so good, jus’ like you always do,” he grunts out, his large hands caging you against him. 

   You want so badly to be able to run your hands through his hair, want to scratch your nails down the tanned skin of his back, feel the sweat building on his sculpted skin. Being tied up is hot, and something about not being in control right at this moment is really turning you on, but you also want to just be able to really feel him. 

   He sees you struggling with your wrists, pulling against the black silk while you pant out his name through every brush of his cock against your tight walls. He stills his thrusts, giving you a concerned look as he takes you in. “You okay, sweetheart? Is it too tight? Too much?” he asks with a soft voice.

   “I just… This is really hot, Joel. But I kind of just want my hands free so I can touch you,” you say with glossy eyes. 

   He chuckles, nodding his head in understanding. “That’s all you had to say, sweetheart. Here, let me jus’ fix this real quick.” His arms go over your head, carefully untying your hands from the polished headboard. He throws the black silk ribbon on the nightstand and situates himself over you again, all while still being inside you. “Better?” he asks, a crooked smile draping over the curve of his mouth. 

   You throw your arms around his neck and let out a sigh of relief as your fingers scratch up the tousled curls on the back of his neck. “Better,” you smile. 

   “Now, let me get back to makin’ love to my girl,” he says with eyes that smother over with darkening irises. 

   He ruts back into you, speeding up his thrusts as his lips come down to meet yours. You part your lips and let him slot in, drowning out your moans with the slide of his tongue as he licks feverishly inside your mouth. You twist your fingers through his sandy colored curls, eliciting a grunt from his lips as your nail beds dig across his scalp. 

   He moves his lips down to your neck, teeth scraping along your collarbone, sucking against the sensitive areas all while his large palms cup your breasts, pebbling your nipples with every stroke of his calloused thumbs. 

   “Oh, right there,” you whine, feeling his cock reach that certain spongy spot that you can never reach yourself.

   “Yeah, feel good?” he purrs along the shell of your ear, licking his tongue along the edge of it. “How ‘bout this?” he says with a devilish grin, eyes blowing wide with dark black pits. 

   “Fuck,” you moan, feeling his thumb draw meticulous circles across your swollen clit while his cock kisses the back of your cervix, spreading wet, obscene noises around the glow of the room as his balls slap frantically against your sweaty skin. 

   You dig your nails into the back of his shoulder blades as Joel folds you like a pancake and ruts deep inside you, his cock drenched in your sticky slick. Your walls squeeze him as you feel the hot heat slide down your spine. You’re so close to spilling.

   “Come on, baby. Know you’re close. Want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock. Attagirl,” he praises as he sees your eyebrows thread together, your body quivering beneath him. 

   He slides his thumb in slow circles over your buzzing clit, cock hitting your spongy wall again and again and again until you can’t hold back any longer. You squeeze his thick cock, moaning his name as white hot heat takes control of your body. You feel yourself start to spill, covering Joel in your blissful orgasm that coats him in your slick.

   “Attagirl, baby. Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he praises, talking you through your high as your body starts to come down from sweet release. 

   He pushes your legs further apart, cock working swiftly in and out of your core as he chases his own release. “Oh yeah, fuck me,” he growls, thrusting in and out faster and faster until he’s furrowing his eyebrows together and clenching his jaw, spilling hot ropes of cum inside you till he collapses at your side and pulls you flush to his chest. 

   You both pant out in exhaustion, sheets soaked from the sweat of skin on skin, bodies tangled together as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles warmly over at you. “Did so good for me, baby. Always do so good,” he praises, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek as you take in the starry flecks of amber brown of his dreamy eyes.

   “Thanks for showing me something new. Never knew I could be so into bondage,” you tease, smirking his way with flirtatious eyes he can’t seems to look away from.

   “Mmm, we’ll jus’ have to explore those kinks together then, yeah?”

   You giggle while you run a hand through his messy curls, taking in this beautiful moment of you and Joel on a weekend getaway together. It feels so natural, so right being here with him. You guess it’s just always felt like this ever since starting this whole thing with him.

   After a few minutes of just staring at one another mesmerized, Joel traces his thumb across your bottom lip and smiles gently at you. “You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you when I met you?” he asks quietly.

   “What?” you laugh gently, placing your palm over the top of his hand.

   “Your eyes. Never saw such beautiful eyes before. And your smile. God, that gorgeous smile. Thought I was seein’ an angel the first time you looked at me.”

   Your breath gets caught in your throat, the outside waves being muted from the man that lies in front of you. “Joel… that’s so… wow,” you whisper breathlessly.

   “Think I was in love before we even started dating, sweetheart. If I’m bein’ honest with myself, I should’ve known all along. You’re exactly the woman I’ve been lookin’ for. You’re so beautiful and smart and kind. I’m jus’ so… fuck, I jus’ love you a lot.”

   Your mouth drops open, a gasp leaving your throat as you stare at him like a lovesick puppy. You’re almost too overwhelmed right now with tears licking the backs of your eyes. “Joel Miller, you sweet, sweet man. I never thought… I only dreamed that this could all be real. I never knew it’d turn into this. But I’m so crazy about you, and I love you so so much.”

   His eyes tear up, brown syrupy flecks glistening back at you in the starry moonlight. He looks so happy and so in love that your heart swells like a balloon in your chest. “Thank you again for taking me to Galveston. You’re the best, Miller,” you smile, fingers entwining with his. 

   “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’d take you here anytime. Jus’ say the words, I’ll take you anywhere. As long as I get to be with my girl, that’s enough for me,” he smiles.

   You pull him in for a long kiss, getting lost in the scent of the ocean breeze and the woodsy scent of his cologne. This may last forever, it may not, but you’re going to enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts. 

Tags: @untamedheart81 @amyispxnk @sawymredfox @bbyanarchist @vividispunk @mrslawrencealbarn @pedrossl4t @pedroswife69 @sarap-77 @casa-boiardi @princesatracionera @msjarvis

[evolnoomym]

‘Runaway Butterfly🦋’ Masterlist

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x f!oc

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

You wanted to get away for so long. Leaving everything behind, all the trauma, all the pain and even your old self. You become someone new and then you meet him. In a way you saved each other. But what happens when the past comes back?

Chapters:

1.This is me trying

2.Million Dollar Man

3.TBA

4.TBA

5.TBA

More chapters to be added !!

Extras:

A moodboard the wonderful J @saradika created for me 🧿

A banner that Kel made for me 🫂🦋

The banner at the very top is created by the wonderful @user-kramer 🫂💙🦋

The Movie Poster is created by the wonderful @beefrobeefcal ,thank you so much 🫂🩵 

If you’d like to be tagged in this please let me know 🙏🏻

Shoutout to @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune for the dividers 💙

[pawtrolling]

i looooooved the tinker bell mood board you made, tinker bell is one of my fav things when regressed and when not!!!!! could you do a silver mist mood board in a cg kinda way? she always gave me cg vibes i adore her 🩵🩵🩵

love ur moodboards!!!

you're her little tadpole 🐸💧

Thank you so much!! I've recently fallen in love with the Tinker Bell franchise too, I'm so glad it makes you happy ♡ I've never made a cg board before so I hope this is okay ─ she'd definitely draw so many pretty watercolor pictures with you waahh

☆ requests are open!

[perr1e]

the other person's Maddie and Caitlyn ask made me think of this but could you do a Little Caitlyn and a CG Ambessa moodboard? Please and thank you 🩵

Little Caitlyn and cg ambessa moodboard

Hii ty for your request! I hope this Is to your liking, I'm not the best at duo moodboards I feel but I tried my best! :3

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[lavendermunson]

˖ ⠀🎄 ݁ . leia’s christmas tree farm!

happy holidays to everyone! i wish you all so much happiness and love. i’m a pretty big fan of this month because i get to celebrate it big and i want you to join the party

i put together a list of prompts that will help me to make a blurb for either eddie or steve, there’s 13 of them because it’s my lucky number and tay’s so at the end you will have 13 blurbs from me before christmas!

the prompts:

Gingerbread eddie munson

Christmas lights steve harrington

Cards eddie munson

Ribbon steve harrington

Candles eddie munson

Gifts steve harrington

Angel steve and eddie

Red velvet steve harrington

Snow steve harrington

Scarf eddie munson

Bells eddie munson

Christmas tree eddie munson NEW!

Mistletoe steve harrington NEW!

stand alone:

i want you, bless my soul eddie munson

each one of them will have their content warnings

˖ ⠀🎅🏻 ݁ . but hey, it doesn’t end here. you can also request a gift from santa!!

send the magic word jingle bell + the name of the character + the theme or an au/song/movie for a moodboard. specify nsfw or fluff.

songs by: taylor swift, lana del rey, sabrina carpenter, artic monkeys or any christmas song.

movies: christmas [ love actually, the holiday, while you were sleeping, holidate, something from tiffany’s, last christmas, christmas land, christmas prince, let it snow] some romcoms [ 27 dresses, how to lose a man in ten days, laws of attraction, 10 things i hate about you, she is all that, the proposal, love actually, when harry met sally, 13 going on 30, pretty woman, nothing hill, cinderella story, pretty woman, made of honor, confessions of a shopaholic, nothing hill, princess diaries, love at first sight, the other zoey]

send the magic word candy cane + name of the character + the prompt for a blurb * as an extra you can add an au of your choosing. specify nsfw, smut, fluff, angst.

list of prompts for this event:

gift giving prompts

mistletoe adventures

scenarios + dialogues

au’s: rockstar!au, dad!au, mechanic!au, older!au, bestfriend!au, roommate!au, coworker!au, barista!au, baker!au, daddy!au, fwb!au – rockstar!reader, singer!reader, shy!reader, bookworm!reader, girly!reader.

please check my good ol’ request guidelines just in case

requests are closed!!

if you’d like to reblog this for boost i’ll appreciate, this is my first event i hope you have fun!!!! thank you for all the support 🩵🎄

dividers by @saradika

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Birthday Surprise

Pairing: Nick Jackson x female!reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 815

Summary: Nick spends all week secretly planning and preparing for his love’s surprise birthday party.

Warnings: None

A/N: Hope you had the best birthday @katries 🎉 Love you bunches!! 🫶🏻🩵💜

Masterlist

Taglist

Moodboard is made by me specifically for @katries 🥰

All week long Nick was on a mission. His mission? To throw the best surprise birthday party for his talented and gorgeous girlfriend. Despite having been together for such a short period of time, Nick wanted to go all out, to show her he cared and how much he loves her. Nick casually asked about what her preference of cake was at the end of last week. He wanted to be prepared ahead of time so he could make sure everything was perfect. He called up all her friends and some of his as well.

He asked for a few of her friends to get her out of the house for the day so he could decorate. About an hour into it Nick realized he needed help if he wanted to get this done on time. So called up the one person he could always count on — his brother Matt.

The two brothers worked together in hanging a banner and streamers. “Something’s missing.” Nick stated as he took in their progress. He went through his mental check list. Banner? Check. Streamers? Check. Balloons? Nick’s eyes darted around the room. No balloons. “The balloons are missing. Did you get them on your way here like I asked?” Nick spun on his heel to face Matt.

“Yes, Nick. I got the cake too.” Matt rolled his eyes. Matt wasn’t really that annoyed, he just liked giving Nick a hard time and what better way than stressing him out?

Nick froze. The cake! The most important part of a birthday party! How could he have forgotten? Thank God for Matt’s thinking because Nick’s was everywhere all at once. “Thanks. I can’t believe I forgot.” Nick mentally kicked himself for almost ruining the party. The party he was dead set on making perfect because his girl deserved perfection. To him, she was perfection.

“Don’t mention it.” Matt shrugged. “I’ll grab the balloons from the car. The cake is the fridge.” Matt called as he exited the living room and went out the front door.

Let’s have a look at this cake. Nick opened the fridge and there sat the cake on the middle shelf in a pink box with a clear plastic window to view the top of the cake. Nick set the cake on the kitchen island across from the fridge. Perfect.

Matt helped Nick place clusters of balloons in various places around the living room and move a few pieces of furniture around to accommodate for the guests.

The boys took a step back, admiring their work. The room looked ready for a party and the timing couldn’t have been any better. The doorbell rang indicating the first guest had arrived. “Thanks for helping me, Matt. It means a lot.” Nick thanked his brother once again, his hand on the doorknob.

Matt waved off the compliment. “It’s what brothers are for. Plus she’s a cool girl and makes you happy, and as mushy as it sounds, that’s all I want for you.”

Nick smiled at that and opened the door. A small group of her friends had arrived, gifts in hand. “Hey girls, come on in. The gifts can go on the kitchen island next to the cake.” He stepped aside and let them enter.

Soon the whole living room and part of the kitchen was filled with people and gifts. A text from Nick’s phone caught his attention.

From: Laken

On our way back. She’s getting suspicious.

Nick quickly got everyone’s attention and gave them go ahead to hide. He flicked the lights off and minutes later a car pulled in the driveway. He was beyond glad he remembered to have the guest follow the driveway on around behind the house to park. He could hear her asking about why the lights were off and getting the response that maybe he forgot to pay the light bill. Laughter followed and he couldn’t help but quietly laugh too, shaking his head.

Keys jingled outside the door, then the keys turned and unlocked the door. It opened and suddenly the lights were flicked on. “SURPRISE!!!” The whole room erupted with cheers and confetti fell from confetti poppers.

All the running around and pretending to forget her birthday was worth it when Nick saw that reaction, shock mixed with disbelief and overwhelming happiness. “Did you really think I’d forget my girl’s birthday?” Nick teased, wrapping her up in a tight embrace followed by a tender kiss. “Let’s party birthday girl! There’s a cake over there just waiting for you to make a wish and blow out the candles.”

Nick was pleased with himself as he watched the love of his life eat cake, dance, and open gifts. The only thoughts crossing his mind was how in this world was he going top this party next year but most importantly, how they would celebrate later, just the two of them.

General Taglist: @legit9thlunaticwarrior @plentyoffandoms-deactivated2024 @1dluver13xx @sunshinevirus @wwenhlimagines @crowleysqueenofhell @jackson-nickthedate @omg-im-such-a-masochist @kmc1989

Nick Jackson Taglist: @mrsmatt @morgan-bucks @rubyred1980 @breezyvk @writtingrose @jennifuz @writtingelite @katries @siriuslyblackonback

[bypatia]

URL Moodboard

Thank you for tagging me @eruherdiriel 🩵🫐✨

Your username has always sounded elvish to me to the point I genuinely thought that it’s a part of LoTR that I don’t know about lol

Here’s mine

So my username is an amalgamation of by and Hypatia, the Greek philosopher, because in my mind that made me sound smart lol. And since blog was made to help me come back to literature, art, life I enjoy, it’s also blue - which is currently my favourite color 🎐 it’s so ironic that I made this blog to documen what I read and watch and enjoy and then I stopped reading and watching lol, but hoping for the future 🦋

tagging: @timetravellingkitty @antariqsh @fox-from-fairytale @artcinemas if you want to :)

[carlos-in-glasses]

Thank you for the tag @carlos-tk @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

last song: Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinéad O'Connor. I was listening to a Spotify playlist on shuffle, and sang along emotionally while packing my suitcase for Christmas back with my parents.

favorite color: Green!

last movie/tv show: Fellow Travelers for TV; last movie was Wild - one of my favourites.

sweet/spicy/savory: I go through phases and am in savory phase at the moment - good bread and olives is unbeatable.

relationship status: Shacked up with a boy.

last thing i googled: Whole Foods opening hours, because me and the above mentioned boy were arguing over when it does in fact open. I was correct about 8am - he thought it was 9:30am even though *I* had literally been there at 8am once before. Bloody men.

current obsession: (Aside from Tarlos): Colourful/rainbowy items! I'm in a real colour mood. Some recent colourful acquisitions (and tags) are included below the read more! Featuring my monstrously divine shacket called "art blanket", which I think is a perfect term; a hazy rainbow jumper; some bonkers socks and a striped top from Lucy & Yak; a beautifully splodgy umbrella to replace my recently broken black one, and a shower curtain with the same vibe.

Also open tag if you see this and want to do it! And now I need to stop procrastinating for goodness sake I have thngs to do. I literally made a bloody moodboard for this.

Tagging with no pressre: @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand @welcometololaland @goodways @thisbuildinghasfeelings @strandnreyes @whatsintheboxmh @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @louis-ii-reyes-strand @herefortarlos @lutavero @fitzherbertssmolder @inkweedandlizards @paperstorm @alrightbuckaroo @lightningboltreader @bonheur-cafe @wandering-night19 @ladytessa74 @rmd-writes and open tag!

[cherri-berries-playplace]

hallo!!! could i get a moodboard and/or headcanons for caregiver doc from rainbow six? please and thank you !! :D

Hello! :D I'm sorry this took a bit but here ya go! I hope you enjoy. :) This ask made me sooo happy to see others enjoy r6s agere content!!  ヾ(´∀`*)ノ I took some inspiration from Nøkk's elite for her moodboard and hcs.

Caregiver! Doc and Nøkk moodboard & headcanons ☆

HEADCANONS!  ﾟヮﾟ

Doc 💙:

🩺Doc would be the most attentive caregiver, always checking in on his little, making sure they're okay and content.

🩵The perfect caregiver to have around when his little is under the weather, he's a doctor so he's making it his utmost priority to make sure his little is taken care of, staying by their side while they recover.

☁️If his little is feeling down he'll see what's bothering them, seeing if there's anything he could do to help cheer his little up or make them feel more comfortable.

🩺Doc would go out of his way to suprise his little with a toy doctor set, playing along with them as they do his check-up! :)

💙Doc would make sure to offer his little healthy foods and sweets! Bringing back snacks he'd think his little would like from when he travels on missions. Doc's favorite meal to make for his little is oatmeal with berries! :)

☁️When Doc is busy and can't look after his little, he'll see if Monty or Twitch could babysit for him.

Nøkk 🖤:

👑Nøkk would love to play swords with her little, if her little is comfortable with it (she'd let you win every time :) ).

🏰Nøkk would use her ability to play hide and seek with her little, being careful as to not scare them accidentally.

⭐Nøkk would love to "read" fantasy stories with her little, whether or not she actually speaks around them, she'd love to read with them anyhow.

👑Nøkk would make communication cards or a journal with her little, decorating it with little doodles and stickers. This would be a fun little activity for her and her little to do to help each other with communication! :)

🏰Nøkk would decorate her space with soft darker colors like purples, blues, and greys. She'd have soft lighting for her little if they'd like, a nightlight the casts soft stars on the walls and ceiling. ☆

☁️On rainy days, Nøkk would take her little for small walks under an umbrella, letting them splash in puddles if they'd want. If her little Isn't a fan of being outside, she'd put on a movie to watch with them with some snacks and a warm blanket.

Notes ⌯' ▾ '⌯ :

Moodboards made with picsart! ☆

Agere requests (Call of Duty & Rainbow Six Siege): Open! ♡

Divider by: @strangergraphics ☆

[sarahsmi13s]

VINNY! CONGRATS ON 500! 🎉🎉

Could I request for both Iceman and Bradley snow/their first snow/ white Christmas?

- Much Love from the Fandom F.A.K! 🩵🎉

heeey mal!! thank you for celebrating with me!!🥰

|| dreams do come true ||

i'm dreaming of a white christmas

One thing Bradley missed from his childhood was the wonder of Christmas. The innocence of waking up to seeing the cookies gone and the milk drank. Even after the death of his father, Carole did her best to make sure Bradley had the Christmas he deserved. One thing she did was tell him that when snow fell in the winter, is was Goose letting them know he was with them and was sending it so Bradley could still build a snowman with his daddy. Of course, as Bradley got older he grew out of Santa and he knew that snow wasn't really sent from his dad. But he still liked to think it was. And when he finally mustered up the courage to go back to Virginia, he made sure to visit his parents grave. It had been too long and he wanted you to meet them - even if it was just talking to air. So, on Christmas Day, you and Bradley left the AirBnB and went to the cemetary. As you sat and talked, having a "Christmas picnic" with his parents, snow started to flurry down. You couldn't help but giggle, looking up at the sky with a big grin. But Bradley was taking you in, watching the snow collect on your hair as you smiled. He finally followed your lead and looked at the sky, muttering softly to himself. "Hey Dad, hey Mom..."

thank you again for celebrating with me mal! i hope you like it! love ya! (i know i said it would be tomorrow buuuut i thought i would give you a surprise today)

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

[renegadeknight]

Hi Rachel! I hope you’re having a lovely Christmas if you celebrate. You’re both a writer and an artist, so I want to know: how is your approach to one different than the other? Or maybe how are they similar? Which do you feel more compelled to (if you even have a preference)?

Hi Kayli! Christmas is always a mixed bag for me but there have been some very lovely moments this year. I hope you've had a good holiday season as well ❤️

This is a fun question because I've honestly learned a lot about my writing in the past two years and one of the things I learned is a similarity to art! I used to agonize over writing stuff perfect from a blank page and so I would spend a lot of time staring at it, trying to pull the words out. But this year I've really embraced the "the only thing a first draft has to do is exist" mentality and it's really helped me just get ideas down, sketches of scenes is how I view them, it doesn't have to be good, finished, or polished right away, it just has to be enough to build on later - like a first sketch when I'm drawing!

(this got a little long so the rest is under the cut)

Then I go back for a second pass and add more details, more color/figurative language/body language/etc while I flesh it out, much like a second/cleaner sketch or adding color/rendering artwork. Its something that feels very obvious in hindsight but just didn't click until the last year or so.

I'd say the biggest difference between the two is that I almost always start art with finding references for whatever I want to draw. I hover somewhere between a 3 and 4 on the aphantasia scale so even though I have ideas and impressions of what I'd like to get down in my head, I can't picture the details of how should look without references. Whereas in writing, I tend to only need reference/research when it comes to certain topics/specific elements of a story - altho I will say I have created moodboards/reference boards to describe certain settings in a bit greater detail than my baseline attempts, so I guess even that is sort of similar!

Over the years I've oscillated back and forth between art and writing so I don't think that one is more compelling than the other overall but for *right now* I am definitely more compelled by writing. I'm sure there are a lot of factors at play there but I think a big part of it is just the community fandom space that is cultivated with fic writing. We are all here because we love these same little guys so much and I have made some wonderful new friends along the way 🩵

thank you so much for the ask, this was fun to think on and talk about 🩵

[evolnoomym]

🩵Wip Thursday 🩵

Thanks for the tags @the-mandawhor1an @joelmillerisapunk @jolapeno @baronessvonglitter @arcanefox207 🙏🏻🫂

There’s multiple things under the cut.

(Tw: in the snippets is a mention of csa, nothing super graphic but still + mention of dr*gs)

First we have the new Moodboard I created for my FamousActress x Joel Miller Fic (which now also has new title) + some new snippets. 🎀 As always nothing is final nor edited.

//

“Sweetheart you deserved so much better, someone should’ve protected ya,” he steps closer until your noses are almost touching.

You feel like drowning in his brown orbs, he gives so much warmth off.

“Could you protect me Joel?”

A simple question but not for him.

“I would do so much more than just protect ya. No one would hurt you’ll ever again, I’d take such good care of you,” His voice sounds more desperate with each word “if ya let me.”

The tension is so palpable.

“Joel?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He whispers back.

//

“No I don’t care anymore, I’ve told you again and again. Yet you still force me to be close with him,” your hand comes down flat on the table with a loud smack presumably at her come back “you married the guy that assaulted me as a child and you call me crazy for wanting nothing to do with him?”

//

“No, I don’t believe your lies anymore, you knew exactly what he did and you let it happen,” a moment of silence “the greatest betrayal a parent could commit.” You sound sad while speaking the truth you probably avoided voicing for years.

“You also know he was the one to give me coke for the first time, to make me more pliant for his sick games,” you exhale shakily “I hate you so fucking much for ruining my life Mommy.” And then the sobbing starts.

//

Then a Moodboard for a Fic idea that I got after talking to @thundermartini , there won’t be any Joel (Sorry) this is mainly to fulfill my teachers-pet fantasies 📚🤭😂

Next up a poster I made for the monarchy Fic idea that I had which is titled „Amantis foedus“ its Latin and, as you might’ve already guessed, it means „The Lover‘s Pact“. 👑

Last but not least we got a Moodboard for „Liquid Smooth💦“ which could be seen as a part 2 of „Washing Machine Heart 🩶“ but also it’s the cock worshipping Fic I owe to my Wifey 😂😏

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @tightjeansjavi @wintrwinchestr @mermaidgirl30 @joelsdagger @beefrobeefcal @penvisions @strang3lov3 @joeloverture @ovaryacted @joelslegalwhre @almostfoxglove @ozarkthedog @morallyinept @toxicanonymity @pedrospatch @punkshort @mountainsandmayhem @iamasaddie @mrsmando @netherfeildren @macfrog @syd-djarin @joelsgreenflannel @penascigarette @jeewrites @hellishjoel @gutsbys @chronically-ghosted @lotusbxtch @burntheedges @itsokbbygrl @bonezone44 @ace-turned-confused @encasedinobsidian @magpiepills (anyone who sees this, pls feel tagged as well + sorry if you’ve already done wip Wednesday/Thursday 😅🩵)

[taegularities]

rid, my lovie !! my sweets !!

🚨 : ( rant incoming )

some of these recent asks have been making me want to start throwing gang signs or sum 💀 i know there are always gonna be some of these asks given the vast audience you have, and that they are just drowning in anticipation.

however, the undertone? 😭 do these people realize that you are a prolific writer, churning out quality contents faster than locusts can reproduce and infest? 🤨 RELATIVELY SPOKEN !!

good contents take time to plan, produce and publish !!

REMEMBER THE TRIPLE P. for an author who doesn't even ask you to pay, and responds with kindness only.

so, let's learn and practice more kindness and respectfulness here. thank you. ( sorry, if i sound like a teacher's pet, but rid is just too good to us )

anyway, we are nonetheless excited for your next releases, and 'entertainer' even after all this time.

( rant end )

꒰ ❛ ❜ personal lil message ꒱ ‎

rid, am so sorry for not getting back to your last 'ruined' response. i thought you hadn't answered it yet !! and are you kidding me? a!oc is my babiest baby !! of course, i adore her a lot. i remember somebody saying she is like a 'sunny weekend after a wet weather' or something, but bit more condescending— made me wanna throw some gang signs again, tafaq 😫 had to overcompensate with my repeated 'ruin you' asks, but i promise i equally read and enjoy your other stories. even sent asks about them before ( just not in my 🎀🖇🩵 style, haha ) and i'm thankful for each of the sweet responses from you : every. single. time!!

oh, by the way, i came across this pin today : https://pin.it/2rY2xnZtj

kinda ruined!tae on wedding night coded? 'i missed this' x 'it's only been two days' x 'and? i miss you all the damn time' ❤️‍🔥 can i please just ask what's the duo's moodboard like? ik they are a v monetesque, pastoral, serene and the whole artists garden at giverny + the water lily pond + beach at saint adresse!based couple.

but if possible i still wanna see them more from your artistic mind, my love. thank you. xo.

last but not least, must i mention how proud i am of you bc of the whole gaza take and activism on this platform? 🍉 it might be a bare minimum for a reality so cruel, but it matters. thank you for using your resources, and for saying how you listen to certain artists less bc of their lack of voice on this issue. every act matters. let's stay strong and

—take care. 🎀🖇🩵

gang signs omg lol 😭 honestly, i'm so thankful for the audience and the excitement everybody brings! the tone was a little off, but as i said, i'm pretty sure they didn't mean it that way, so i'm like, not mad or anything hehe. i hope they enjoyed entertainer!! it's true, though, that i've been a bit slow this year, but we try our best in this corner of our world. but thank you so much for saying that 😭 i'm flattered you appreciate my existence here and are so kind <3

it's okay, love, no reason to apologise. a!oc was everyone's baby, like she's still one of my favourite ocs i've written!! it's beyond crazy that people still remember her and this story overall. lmao yeah someone said she feels like a wet weekend after a sunny vacation or something idk it was way out of line, but what can we do.. i laughed 🤣 THANK YOUUUU for dropping by, whether with your signed asks or in any other way ily ily!!!

plsss on their wedding night?

more like always 😂 but so true. their mood boarddd hmmm, wait i'll go and make one rq brb *5 minutes later* i'd say that's them 🥺 def some monet, rain and autumn vibes

and ofc!! i think i could do even more and share even more. every thought counts. i can't even remember saying i listen to artists less, but it's 100% true, and i also try to avoid big chains such as starbucks, which i think we all should. take care as well, love 🤍

[eternalyoo]

Alex!! Thank you for today, it may have been small to you but it made it bearable to me and although it's really early I'm going to bed happy... I wanted to thank you first but also ask you if you still took requests for moodboards?

If you don't, please just consider this my message of gratitude.

If you do, I would like to request 2 moodboards if that's not too much to ask...

1 of IU, blue theme

1 of Sunmi, purple theme

No matter the outcome of this message, moodboards or not... thanks again ♥️♥️

I know you saw both requests, so I’m going to answer with I LOVE YOU 🫶💜💙🩵🩷 You’re so sweet thank you for the support it means a lot (and I mean everything you say not just the mbs) 😭🥺